We’ve joined the masses who have rented a dumpster and contributed some poundage to the local landfill. I’ll admit that it’s a somewhat guilt-ridden experience, but it’s also kind of freeing—no bagging everything up and waiting for trash day. You just throw it in the dumpster—pieces of the shed you’re tearing down, contents of the shed you’re tearing down, other junk you’ve kept that you didn’t know what to do with.
Everything goes. Well, except those little Coleman propane canisters you’ve had sitting around forever, rusting away. Apparently, they’re as toxic as uranium.
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